"It's ...... What the heck? As soon as Feng Jing closed the window, he was shocked by the scene in the lady's house. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Isn't it the off-season? Shouldn't meals be crowded? Why are there more people in our store? There are so many people in our store, how do we eat?

Feng Jing put away the paint varnish, then picked up the drawing board, paintbrush and small bucket and went to the kitchen to wash the tools and shake them half-dry, and then dried them on the kitchen counter.

Since varnish is not as good as acrylic paint, it takes at least three or four hours to dry, so the model that was originally placed in the window was taken out, and the store was a little crowded because there were many people.

"Boss, do you still have this little girl's clothes? It's so cute to wear, and my daughter should look good when she wears it. A middle-aged woman who already had two or three sets of clothes in her hands asked.

"This set is no longer available, but we have other styles that are quite suitable for little girls."

"Forget it, that's all! Boss, I'm not talking about you, you're really conservative, you have to buy more clothes like this that sell well! You see, now, people want to buy it yet, this is not only my loss but also your loss......" The middle-aged woman put the clothes in her hand on the cash register, and motioned to Peng Dexin to settle the bill, while babbling non-stop.

Peng Dexin counted the money, sealed the scene while folding clothes and bagging them, and finally erased the odds before sending away this nagging customer.

"The boss is really good at being a man, I'll come to your house next time!"

……

Without the cover of the scene, it was a live advertisement in the window, and it was a meal, and finally no customers came in again, but it took more than half an hour to send away those customers in the store.

By the time the last guest was sent off, the mother and daughter were already starving.

Feng Jing's head was playing Luo Tianyi's feeding song on a loop, "I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry, I'm really hungry......"

Seeing that her busy mother was about to call for takeout, Feng Jing opened her mouth and reminded, "Mom, aren't you going out for a big meal today?" ”

"Oh! That's right! Look I'm busy and forget! Peng Dexin immediately pressed the phone and hurriedly called Zhao Xinran, apologizing and explaining that he forgot the time, and finally let his girlfriend understand something.

The biggest feature of the village square is the spicy tofu, the red and bright chili oil is fried with slightly charred tofu, and then lined with some green onions, it looks good-looking, take a bite, spicy and smooth, just one tofu can make people eat two more bowls of rice!

"Hello Aunt Xinran."

"Hello Aunt Dexin."

"Eun, that's good!"

"Dexin, the business in the store is good!" Zhao Xinran saw his friend coming over with his daughter, so he quickly stood up to greet him, and then notified the waiter at the door to serve the food.

"What's good, it's actually the off-season, who wants to go shopping on a hot day, or have a meal," Peng Dexin glared at her daughter both proudly and complainingly, "It's all her trouble, I have to paint a background for our window, and I can't waste her ability to draw a painting......

"When we passed by the door of the store, there were a lot of people, and it was troublesome for you to say hello and didn't go in, I saw that Xiaojing's level of painting was comparable to those art specialties."

That is, Feng Jing was proud in his heart, he learned to paint from junior high school, and he never put down his brush until he died, and he had the aesthetic level of 20 years ahead, not to mention painting skills, just ******** was already a high-level.

"What's the matter, she's only been learning to paint for more than a year, and she's just having fun......"

"I think it's good, huh, isn't it? Small town? Zhao Xinran pushed his son next to him with his elbow, "There are so many art students in your class, do you have the level of our Xiaojing?" ”

"Seriously, not really." Han Cheng said with a smile on his face.

"I'll just say it!" Zhao Xinran looked at Peng Dexin, "My son used to be a sports student, and there were many art students in the class. ”

While he was talking, the waiter pushed the door open and came in to serve the food.

Feng Jing, who was already so hungry that her chest was close to her back, also started a furious eating mode regardless of her reserve, of course, in her opinion, Han Cheng, who is also fourteen years old, is no different from a good-looking child in the little champion, so that an "old woman" who is over thirty years old is reserved for a little boy who can be her son? It's so hard for her.

So, this lunch was spent in the strange atmosphere of Feng Jing's frenzied eating, and the other three people were stunned in their hearts but pretended to be calm on the surface.

And when Feng Jing returned to normal from the rampage mode, he realized that he might seem to be probably ...... It's too unrestrained.

Lasagna tears!

Aunt Xinran, I really don't usually eat much! You can't stop me from going to your house for dinner just because I've eaten too much this time! I really, really can't put down the sweet and sour pork ribs and cola chicken wings you made!

It may be that Feng Jing's resentment is too strong, and Peng Dexin has to speak out, "Xiaojing is also hungry, he painted in the morning and painted in the morning, and his physical strength is exhausted." ”

"Aunt Xinran, my mother said that the sweet and sour pork ribs and cola chicken wings you made are super delicious, you can't stop me from going to your house because I ate too much today!" Feng Jing said pitifully.

"Hahahaha......"

“…… Okay, when Aunt Xinran's house is finished, I will make sweet and sour pork ribs and cola chicken wings for you to eat! ”

After eating and resting for a while, Peng Dexin felt that the turnover in the morning had exceeded the due income of the whole day, so she would not open the store in the afternoon, and directly started shopping with Zhao Xinran.

Feng Jing and Han Cheng's two followers are tragic.

Accompanying a woman to go shopping is really a torturous thing, not only physically, but also mentally.

I don't know if all the women who love shopping all day long are like this, wearing high heels, carrying bags, holding the hands of their girlfriends, and no matter whether the mall is big or small, whether it is men's or women's clothing or children's clothing, selling shoes and bags or selling toys, anyway, they always uphold a principle: every store must enter! At the end of the day, not to mention the feet, even the eyes are tired, this is physical torture.

"Xiaojing, how about this skirt?"

"Do you think this outfit looks good or that outfit looks good?"

"This one doesn't seem to be good, what do you think?"

"Ahh Clothes are so expensive, should I buy them or not? ”

"This dress is good, you go try it!" ……

This kind of multiple-choice question is simply killing people with difficulty in choosing every minute! And that's not the most painful thing, the most painful thing is that when they almost wear the whole store, they usually say.

"Ah, I think the first dress looks the best, so let's buy the first one!" So what are you doing with so many clothes in the interview? Wipe the sweat?

Or, "The X-colored X-shaped dress in the X-room where we enter looks better, let's go over and have a look!" ”

……

Feng Jing was very glad that he was wearing a pair of shoes suitable for walking today, otherwise he would have been hehe.